As an older woman who gets lots of sex -- having taken to my bed a number of young men -- sometimes I think about my life and the amazing pattern of ups and downs I have experienced.
I was happily married for a long time. Or so I told myself. I was attentive to my husband and his needs. I rarely asked for what I wanted in bed but focused on doing the things he enjoyed most. To keep myself attractive for him, I started at the gym. Then I got my boobs fixed.
But he left me for a younger woman. Which was devastating. For a time.
On a crazy urge, I propositioned a much younger man and had the most intense, satisfying sex. He was young enough to be my son -- which was both thrilling and disgusting at the same time. But his youthful body and lack of experience reminded me so much of the boys I let screw me when I as a student. So I kept him as a lover for a little while. It was a risk from start to finish -- I would have been a laughing stock to my friends and my business relationships if it had ever gotten out. Young Ryan was a lovely, sweet young man but he had nowhere as much to lose as I did.
Then that fling ended and I thought I'd go back to being a solo, older woman. In fact, family and friends still assume that is my life. That somehow I've never recovered from my ex leaving me. Only my two closest friends know anything about my sex life and they think I've done nothing more than a few one-night stands with random men.
The truth, of course, is that just when I'd assumed my new sex life was over, another sweet young man came into my life. And into my bed. And I became dedicated to the idea of reliving my own younger days of youthful exploration. Having young men screw me. With their soft bodies and the hard, rampant dicks. Inexperienced but eager -- just like when I was that age. I fell in love once again with the thought of being nineteen and twenty.
These weren't one-night stands. They have been lovely flings where I have taught young men how to pleasure me. And very much enjoyed the variety and the different experiences I have shared with them. Though, naturally, each fling has ended. That has usually left me wondering if it was over, if my new sexual lifestyle had reached the end of the road.
Each time, though, a new young man has appeared. In fact, I've had periods where I was screwing more than one young man in the same week. I am not ashamed of that. Yes, I have had to embrace the truth that I am not only a cougar but also a terrible, wicked slut. None of my boys have ever known about their peers, about my enjoying other young dicks apart from theirs. And I think such naughty secrets have made it even more fulfilling for me.
The fact that these young men are young enough to be my sons is all part of the thrill and the wickedness. But I have so many fond memories of my own younger days, my first explorations of sexual pleasure with clumsy, eager boys.
Back then, it was all about hormones. I suppose it still is, only the older, cougar kind. I am not looking love, only lust -- and lots of it. The simple truth is that for an "older woman" there is nothing to match the feeling and the sight of a young man between her legs. And I am free to explore, to have the thrill of young men with soft bodies and hard dicks, swelling and throbbing, so virile and potent -- making me feel so much like a woman I cannot really describe it.
Besides, the age of my lovers is not the most wicked thing about sex I embrace these days. Even my closest female friends don't know that I love anal sex, that I cum so amazingly hard from a thick young cock stretching my rear passage and shooting its load of cum deep inside. When I was that age, I'd have been far too scared to try. I never would have allowed my husband, even if he had thought to ask. Being older, experienced and in control of what happens has become the most wonderful turn-on.
Which is how I came to experience something even darker and more wicked. There is not one single person in the world who would see me and guess that I allow my young Matthew urinate on me. That is not the right word, though -- allow. I encourage him, I want him to pee on me. I get a thrill from his hot pee squirting onto my skin and even, a little, into my mouth. Its a huge buzz being so wicked, exploring these taboos. Though I am sure I'll do less of that with Patrick.
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Patrick has come along at the perfect time. Once more, just when I was getting downcast about the end of a fling, a new young man has come along and I am starting all over again. Patrick doesn't know any of this, of course. But he is just right for me. A young, soft body that has not yet become a man. A delightful penis that throbs perfectly and, I am sure, will be able to shoot multiple loads for me. And a virgin -- yes, I admit that I am excited that he will have his first time with me.
I suppose most young women when they give up their virginity want to have an emotional bond -- may not quite love -- with the boy in question. I am sure that young men think completely differently. I certainly hope that Patrick does.
It was very satisfying to, once more, have more than one young penis in the same week. I am excited by Patrick, even if he is more an average size. His smaller, youthful body is turning me on more than I had expected. I definitely want more and I am feeling very greedy about being the woman who turns him into a man -- his first experience of real sex as he begins to learn how to screw and pleasure a woman.
I don't want any emotion. No love. I have no need of a boyfriend. Like my other boys, I will encourage Patrick and teach him, I will enjoy him for a time and then our fling will end.
I have learned my lesson from Matthew. I strayed from the plan with him, letting myself think too far ahead. It was easy, since he has by far the best body of any man I've ever slept with. Those big muscles caught my eye from the start. It has been very sexy to imagine him working out his body for my visual pleasure. When he was so well-mannered at the beginning, I should have been happy instead of imagining he would be submissive and always obedient. Besides, as with my other young men, it has been very stimulating to watch him learn and grown in confidence and become a real man -- a fine lover.
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It is one thing to say that I have learned my lesson with Matthew. That I am making an effort to remove my emotions and affection from the way I think of him. Its not just his fabulous, muscled body -- and that amazing six-pack tummy -- that makes me a little giddy about Matt. Nor even his wonderful, seven-inch, hard cock that always pleases me.
My basic rule is that my young lovers are for fun, for adventure and wonderful screwing. On the other hand, sometimes a woman wants there to be something extra special. It might be sharing some treasure experience. Or finally feeling brave or secure enough to try something new. That's what happened the first time I let Matthew watch me pee. And then it was amazing and wild and crazy to experience him peeing on me, on my bare skin. Part of what made it wonderful was that Matthew at no stage seemed ready to judge me. He indulged me and let me explore in a way that felt safe. Maybe he will be the first and the only. I sometimes try to forget that I've ever done something so depraved and wicked. But I cannot help feeling rather excited and even proud. I am very grateful to Matthew for giving me those experiences.
Partly because of all those emotions, I was less than giddy when Matthew came to visit me last Sunday. I would have preferred to have had him sleep in my bed, to have woken up next to my sexy, hunky young lover. He had, however, spent the night with his girlfriend, Mei. I should not have been jealous -- I normally take great pleasure in training my boys to be good lovers for their future girlfriends and wives. Plus the fact I'd played with Patrick earlier in the week. Except that making Patrick shoot on my boobs had made me extra horny.
I was in a mood when Matt let himself in. I was naked and lying face down, watching my sweet young man as he stripped off and gave me a lovely look at his wonderful body. His cock was already hard. He was horny and I was, too - I'd woken up that way, knowing Matt would come to my bed. The sight of him was almost enough to make me moan with delight. Still, for some reason I wanted to show him some diffidence and I stopped myself from rolling over and grabbing his muscles and his amazing dick. Like any man, especially a young one, he did not notice.
"You're so sexy," he whispered in my ear as he lay next to me.
"Did you have a nice night with Mei?"
